Andy’s Gone With Cattle (Henry Lawson Poems)
Our Andy's gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy's gone with cattle now Across the Queensland ...
Our Andy's gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy's gone with cattle now Across the Queensland ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
They sing their dearest songs -- He, she, all of them -- yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one ...
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
In this noble ring to-day Let my warning shame ye! Listen to my solemn voice,-- Seldom does it name ye. ...
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No ...
We are appointed commissioned by the same Spirit living, growing within us to spread His message of love commissioned, appointed ...
Like Peter, Paul We are appointed commissioned by the same Spirit the Holy Spirit of God living, growing within us ...
We work, we plan scripting the days of our lives changes, unplanned, beyond our control These are gifts of God; ...
random connection to long forgotten facts scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness triggered by a word, a conversation, music, ...
Vetted, checked, rechecked Branch on branch Dead ends and richness Teasing truths from the muck Seeing possibilities in hypothetical, Looping ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning's lineage! What if men ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
I'M now arrived-thanks to the gods!- Thro' pathways rough and muddy, A certain sign that makin roads Is no this ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
He protested all his life long The newspapers lied about him villainously; That he was not at fault for Minerva's ...
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories